Ali Vitali Book Novels & Stories

_Charlotte. It read. It was written in sharp red, a colour we got from Roberta’s blood. I watched as Alpha Vincenzo opened his eyes and the look in them put devils to shame. We had done it. We had kidnapped a demon's queen, and he was going to drag us to hell with him if it's the last thing he does.

Maybe then he would have been spared the agony of losing his mate. And Natalia too, who had chosen Vitale over him. They were twins, for God's sake. They smelled exactly alike, except for their appearance and personality. Alessio's was kind and warm, like the sky on a clear day. Vitale's were dark and mysterious, like blood and fire. But Natalia seemed to prefer the latter, as if she was drawn to his darkness and violence. She avoided Alessio whenever she could, as if he disgusted her. He felt a pang in his chest, wondering what he had done wrong.

“Vitali cares deeply about you. He didn’t eat or sleep a wink all through the time you were gone. He went out of his way to find you and believe me when I say I’ve never seen Vitali lose his shit over any woman like he’s doing for you“ I felt a fuzzy feeling in my chest. Vitali did that for me? If he cared so much then why did he do things that made me hurt? “I don’t think so. He’s just a manipulative person. Once he gets me back, not one thing is going to change about him. He’s going to remain the same cruel bastard “ I seethed Alvise nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Woah. I get it," he said. "But just remember, Vitali's not going to give up easily. He'll do whatever it takes to

Far across the city, Carmine Vitale was smiling. He stood in his high-rise study, surrounded by wealth soaked in old blood. Rain tapped against the windows, soft and rhythmic, like a lullaby from the devil himself. His glass of red wine shimmered in the dim light, held delicately in one hand, while his other hovered above a stack of pristine invitations. Each one sealed with the Vitale crest. Each one a grenade disguised as civility. He traced a finger along the embossed lettering, admiring the illusion of it all. So elegant. So inviting.

I pull the safe open. It’s mostly empty. No money. No jewels. Just a small, black notebook with a leather cover. It looks worn. Loved. I take it out. The leather is soft against my calloused palms. I open it to the first page. The handwriting is elegant. Looping. Familiar. I have seen this handwriting on birthday cards. On sick notes for school. I am Maria Vitale. My breath hitches. I read the next line. I am choosing love over blood. I am leaving this house, and I am taking my future with me.

So I searched for courage and forced myself to ask the question. “Why did you look… hostile toward Mr. Vitale earlier?” I asked softly. I caught the way his jaw clenched. “He’s not someone you should be comfortable around,” he replied after a pause. I was stunned. “What do you mean?” “Antonio Vitale is dangerous,” he said plainly. “He’s very cunning. A man who never does anything without a reason. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” My chest tightened painfully. If only he knew…